Over at Patheos, they’re getting ready to launch the Future of Catholicism week, part of their summer series on the Future of Religion.
Since some feel I’ve been a little hard on the Curia, these last two days, let me offer this poignant little piece.
When I think of the future of the Church, I think of — me.
A few years ago I was a humble parish secretary. That might seem like a surprising choice for an Ivy League-educated woman who had worked in politics and journalism. My mother certainly couldn’t understand it.
But some perspective-building in India, coupled with a nagging restlessness and my recent conversion to Catholicism actually made the job seem like a pretty rational choice. I belonged to the parish, after all, and as a parishioner I was all too aware of what was wrong with the rectory; I’d experienced the office’s seeming indifference and what I perceived to be unprofessionalism. Sensitive to all of that, I was sure I could make a positive difference in a neighborhood known for its skyrocketing HIV-AIDS rate, its poverty, and numerous other social ills. I could show the rectory how to be the humane face of the church, to its neighbors.
If I brought change to the inept rectory office, it paled in comparison to the change the office wrought in me.
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